dawn

I hear domestic abuse,just down the street,a drunk man screaming to his children outside,

Using the most filthy language.

Hard F’s.

On weekend nights I hear a man and a woman brutally screaming at each other, just down the block.

At least 3.

I can clearly distinguish the voices of at least 3 children.

I seen him walking up the road.

Grizzly bear mother fucker.

A Temper for the ages.

You hope he gets his?

What does that look like to you?

Bar fight and a bullet?

Think he can change?

Think he can turn this thing around?

Seems to me…they chose poorly.

And now there’s 3. Children that are essentially an extension of a fucked relationship between a man and a woman.

You see a lot of that out here.

And it’s hard to fight my argument if you notice shit like that.

This is not an isolated place.

This is a song on repeat.

I hate being right ☹️.

Even more than that, I hate listening to it. I hate being reminded of how people operate.

A common theme, down the block.

Hear it all the time…

We ugly .

We ugly and we deserve to get punched in the face..

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When you import drum tracks into machine, as an audio file, you have to truncate the file.

Meaning, You have to trim off the milliseconds of audio before the beat.

Because you need it to sync to the metronome.

Tedious business.

A More capable individual would build their own patterns.

But that’s not my strength.

I think it’s important to understand your job.

Hey!

Just had a thought..

Since I have my little field recorder, I could set it up outside and record the audio around me.

Then I can play sad chords over it Lolo.

(It’s been done, Beck-truck driving neighbors downstairs)

Shit.. you’re right